Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fun with Pool Tables ❯ Fun with Pool Tables ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Moans, pants and whimpers.

All fell from a pretty tan mouth. A night out with friends had turned into a night of scaring off people, and fun with a pool table. Rosy pink lips trailed down the supple neck of one sexy Egyptian. Fingers grazed over dusky tan nipples, sending goose bumps running up and down long slender arms, causing those beautiful perky nipples to harden, and painfully so. Another moaned escaped parted lips as one of those nipples were taken into a hot mouth, the pink, slimy organ found inside licking, swirling, teasing the little bud into further erectness. So painful it was, any touch to it brought pain filled gasps from it's owner, yet that's what the man wanted, want to hear the pain, the pleasure he was creating.

Strong pale hands slid down the lean, slightly muscular body, the lips that were currently sucking on the abused nipple curling into a smirk as he felt the muscles ripple under his touch, following the body that jerk from the unexpected touch.

Sensitive ne?

This was surely going to be fun. Round and round a finger went, circling the navel of it's captor, a deep chuckle emanating from deep with the pale chest at the beautiful cross sound of a moan and whimper. It was not an unfamiliar sound, but foreign from the other. The sound, the precious mewl that came forth, music to his ears. Those hands, they continued their journey down to the slim tan waist, stroking it gently, before moving down further, fingers grasping the leather material that contained his prize, one he worked so hard for and one he would get. With much ease and practice, the button flew open with a single flip of the wrist, and the zipper was slowly dragged down.

With a savage growl, the material was yanked off the body, exposing the man to the harsh coldness of the room, yet that did not effect the raging hard-on his was sprouting. A cynical smirk crossed the albino's lovely face as he leaned over the other, one hand gripping his newly exposed prize, the other entangling it's self into wild blonde locks, yanking the man's head back, exposing not only flesh, but fear.

"You want this?" he asked. His answer was a glare. Another harsh yank and squeeze pulled whimper from the uke. "Do. You. Want. This." he hissed out each word.

"Yes." was the whimper that hit his ears.

Dark eyes glanced around the bar, they were alone, on top of one of the many pool tables, but that wouldn't last for long. Call it a sixth sense, but he knew their moment would end very quickly, ten to twenty minutes tops, leaving no time for all the devious foreplay he would have loved to indulge in. Spreading strong, tan thighs, he settled between them, his hand leaving the other's cock to open his own leather pants and pull out his own long, thick, hard throbbing cock from it's confines.

The man below him was no stranger to sex, to rape, and this was no different, non consensual sex, but would end up with screaming and yelling of passion. With little moment and another smirk, hips thrusted, cock forcing it's way into the tight heat of the other's body. He groaned at the feeling, it had been so long since he'd last taken anyone, it felt wonderful. Crimson red, nearly black eyes, clouded with lust, stared down into dark purple, studying the emotions that flashed past. The most dominate was lust, with a slight hint of something else, though he had no time to waste on trying to use his brain to figure out what it was. He pulled out and slammed back in.

A scream was sounded, tan legs wrapping themselves around the other's waist, slosh sound and liquid trickled out from the torn hole, the smell of the coppery scent sending both of them into a wild, animalistic driven frenzy. Lips upon lips, lips on skin, teeth sinking into flesh as hips pumped in and out of the body, prostate being assaulted relentlessly with each stroke. Screams of passion fell from both lips, filling the silent, vacant room, reverberating off the walls.

"Harder!! Harder!!!"

The scream did not go unnoticed. The rough pounding turned violent as the man rammed his cock into the passage with inhuman like speed, tearing the hole more, yet the pain was masked by the pleasure that wracked the other's body. A pale hand snuck between their tightly pressed bodies and gripped the weeping member, pumping it in time with the thrusts.

The stimulations were too much for the already overly sensitive, overly sexed up body. He came with a scream, his lover's name falling from his lips.

"Oh...ngh....fuck....ah...BAKURA!!!!!"

The scream, the feeling of his cum splattering into his hand and onto their abdomens, the tightening of the already tight passage, all were factors in causing the creature of sex and crude nature to thrust once....twice...three times before crying out his lovers name, filling him the man with his seed, watching as the man winced in pain at the searing heat and the stinging liquid that did trickle out of him. With as much energy as he could muster, his body now weakened after such a strenuous activity, Bakura pulled out of his lover and collapsed next to him on the pool table.

Not one to normally cuddle, Bakura was surprised when an arm was wrapped around his waist and head covered in soft, spiky blond hair nuzzled it's way under his chin. After a moment or so, a soft rumbling was heard and Bakura recognized it as purring. Not wishing to interrupt the wonderful aftermath, but not having no choice, he called out.

"Marik?" There was no answer. just the purring. His lover was fast asleep. Bakura shrugged.

"Oh well, he can't blame me when he wakes up in jail. It's his fault for falling asleep." he muttered to himself before wrapping an arm around Marik's shoulders and pulling him close, his own crimson eyes closing, his body relaxing and his mind slipping into a deep sleep.